I agreed with him. "Strong blood drinkers stay away from others like them," I said. "But you must see, surely, that we are challenging her. We could leave as she has asked us to do. "
"She has no right to ask this of us," said Avicus. "Why can't she try to love us? "
"Love us?" I asked, repeating his words. "What makes you say such a strange thing? I know that you're enamored of her. Of course. I've seen this. But why should she love us?"
"Precisely because we are strong," he responded. "She has only the weakest blood drinkers around her, creatures no more than half a century in age. We can tell her things, things she may not know. "
"Ah, yes, I thought the same things when I first laid eyes on her. But with this one it's not to be. "
"Why?" he asked again.
"If she wanted strong ones like us, they would be here," I said. And then I said dejectedly, "We can always go back to Rome. "
He had no answer for that. I didn't know whether I meant it myself.
As we went up the steps and through the tunnels to the surface, I took his arm.
"You're mad with thoughts of her," I said. "You must regain your spiritual self. Don't love her. Make it a simple act of will. "
He nodded. But he was too troubled to conceal it.
I glanced at Mael, and found him more calm about all this than I had imagined. Then came the inevitable question:
"Would she have destroyed Avicus if you hadn't opposed her?" Mael asked.
"She was going to give it a very good try," I said. "But Avicus is very old, older than you or me. And possibly older than her. And you've seen his strength tonight. "
Uneasy, filled with misgivings, and bad thoughts, we went to our unholy rest.
The following night, as soon as I rose, I knew that there were strangers in our house. I was furious, but had some sense even then that anger renders one weak.
Mael and Avicus came to me immediately, and the three of us went to discover Eudoxia and the terrified Asphar with her, and two other young male blood drinkers whom we had not see before.
All were settled within my library as if they were invited guests.
Eudoxia was dressed in splendid and heavy Eastern robes with long bell sleeves, and Persian slippers, and her thick black curls were gathered above her ears with jewels and pearls.
The room was not as fine as the one in which she had received me, as I had not finished with my furnishings and other such things, and therefore she appeared the most sumptuous ornament in view.
I was struck once more by the beauty of her small face, especially I think by her mouth, though her cold dark eyes were as mesmerizing as before.
I felt sorry for the miserable Asphar who was so afraid of me, and as for the other two blood drinkers, both boys in mortal life, and young in immortality, I felt rather sorry for them too.
Need I say that they were beautiful? They had been grown children when they were taken, that is, splendid beings with adult bodies and chubby boyish cheeks and mouths.
"Why have you come without an invitation?" I asked Eudoxia. "You sit in my chair as though you're my guest. "
"Forgive me," she said gently. "I came because I felt compelled to come. I've searched your house through and through. " "You boast of this? "I asked.
Her lips were parted as though she meant to answer but then the tears rose in her eyes,
"Where are the books, Marius?" she said softly. She looked at me. "Where are all the old books of Egypt? The books that were in the temple, the books that you stole?" I didn't answer. I didn't sit down.
"I came because I hoped to find them," she said, staring forward, her tears falling. "I came here because last night I dreamed of the priests in the temple, and how they used to tell me that I ought to read the old tales. "
Still I didn't answer.
She looked up, and then with the back of one hand, she wiped at her tears. "I could smell the scents of the temple, the scent of papyrus," she said. "I saw the Elder at his desk. "